She acted as if nothing had happened. "I have hands and feet, can't I pour it myself? Why should I call you? It's the middle of the night. Don't you need to sleep?"
He couldn't bear it anymore. "Yan Xixi, what's the point of this? Are you punishing me? Are you going to keep blaming me?"
She was baffled. "What does this have to do with you? Why would I punish you?"
The anger finally erupted in his chest. "Yan Xixi, do you think I'm unaware? You've always blamed me. Take your IV drip, for instance. I wanted to take you to the hospital in the morning, but you absolutely refused. You waited until noon, by which time it had become serious, and then you went alone. When I called you, you had the audacity to say you were at home. What's the point of lying like this? You didn't even say a word when you had an allergic reaction and nearly died. What do you mean by this? Have you been holding a grudge against me all this time?"
She remained silent.
